Page 138 of Serpentine
“No—Nothing…”
“Exactly. You are ours, and this melancholy version of you isn’t alright. You aren’t alright. Though it won’t fix everything, we will give you something you need. We’re going to show you how much we need you.”
I rub my hand over the tattoo placed on me pretty early in our relationship. “Is this brand not enough?”
“Brax, strip down and get on my bike, back facing the handles,” Miles orders, crossing his arms over his chest.
He means business. His green eyes take in every scrap of clothing Brax removes. I feel as if I’m caught in a moment I’m not supposed to be looking at.
I think of their kiss and how it had made me feel often.
Brax moves to throw his leg over Miles’s bike, which is parked right next to where he’d been working on his own, but Miles says, “Stop.”
Brax freezes, looking to his president for further instruction. I’m holding my breath to find out what it’ll be.
Miles stalks nearer, his massive boots making echoes of noise against the shop walls. He drops to his knees, and I nearly faint.
“Go on then, don’t toy with me, suck,” Brax says, and I let go of my breath. My body thrums as I skim my hand over my hardening nipples.
Miles lowers his mouth onto Braxton’s cock, and I nearly scream from the build-up and how my pussy dampens between my thighs.
“Mmm, just how I like it. Deeper,” Brax growls, looking up and finding my eyes. He crooks a finger in my direction and beckons me closer.
I come to his side, and he tugs me to them, kissing me with urgency. I’m lost to the feel of his lips on mine, the heat of his tongue grazing mine. So lost I don’t realize what’s happening until Miles slips fingers over my clit.
He still sucks Braxton, all the while swirling soft touches over my clit, taunting me and teasing me higher and higher.
“That’s enough,” Brax says, breaking our kiss.
He finally heeds Miles’s demand and gets onto the bike, back facing the handles. His cock juts up against his stomach, and I can almost see the heartbeat inside it.
“Well,” Miles says, looking at me as he wipes his mouth and gets off his knees. “Your chariot awaits. What are you waiting for?”
The wall keeping me prisoner is long gone, and I move across the cold concrete towards Brax, who helps me onto the bike, facing him.
“Use my thighs and shoulders,” he tells me, showing me what I can use for leverage.
I do so, lowering myself onto his cock as he holds straight for me to do so. The feel of the stretch is so good. So fucking good after weeks of telling myself I needed space. It was time to heal and work out what was next for us.
Miles strips his clothes to our left, watching us on his bike. Once he’s nude, he strokes himself, turning his head and taking us in.
“Both of you,” I say. Both men, both brothers, hear my whispered command.
“Lift, princess, but don’t let his cock fall out of you. I want to feel both of you,” Miles says as he gets onto the bike. We’re cramped, pushed against the handlebars, but Braxton makes no protests.
I push up to the tip of Braxton, panting as it’s a chore not to drop back down and fuck out this building tension.
Fingers find my asshole and work their way inside. It’s something they’ve done before, so it’s not foreign.
“I’m going to get you ready, princess. Think you can be patient for me?” Miles asks.
I look down at Braxton, who is equally needy as I am, and he grins. “It’ll be worth the wait, Bambi. Be a good girl and do as he says.”
I nod, not having words.
I hear the opening of a bottle of some kind and then feel cold liquid enter with the next thrust of Miles’s fingers.
“This is going to numb you a bit. So we can enjoy. So you can enjoy,” Miles says. “Wouldn’t want this pretty ass in pain, now would we?”